A/N: I'm not dead! I sincerely apologize I have been gone for so long and some of you were probably scared this story wouldn't ever get finished, but don't worry, I'm back and I missed writing this so much so it will be finished! :)

I don't even have any excuse besides life gets hectic sometimes, and I'm sorry that happened, but without further ado...here is the next chapter!

I will try to update as quickly as I can, but no schedule, sorry :(

DISCLAIMER: i DO NOT OWN SAM OR DEAN WINCHESTER THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF SUPERNATURAL. THE OCs, HOWEVER, ARE MINE.

Dean walked out of the asylum's main entrance, his eyes immediately going to the impala, parked not too far off.

"Baby!" he exclaimed, grinning. He took his arm from around Mel's shoulder and walked over to the car, stroking it's hood. "Man, it's good to see you again."

"'Baby'?" Mel questioned incredulously.

Alice glanced confusedly at Sam for an answer, but he just rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Isn't she a beauty?" Dean asked her, still grinning.

"I guess but how close are you to this thing?"

Sam leaned down toward Alice and asked softly, "You think something's going to start?"

Alice held in a laugh and nodded. "Most definitely." she replied softly back.

"You got a problem?" Dean raised an eyebrow, looking a little annoyed.

"Well yeah, seeming as you already have a girlfriend." Mel gestured to the car, scoffing. "Bet that thing can't even top eighty."

"Oh you wanna bet?" Dean was starting to get defensive.

"Oh I do. Let's race. Right here, right now. First one to make it to the bar wins."

"You're on." Dean grabbed his keys and got into the car while Mel headed over to hers.

Alice gave Sam a mischievous look. "Good luck. You're gonna lose, though."

Sam gave her a look. "We'll see."

They both hurried over to their cars, ready to kick some ass.

Sam closed the door and gave a glance at Dean. "Don't go overboard, okay?"

Dean had his hands fixed on the wheel. "Screw that, we're gonna kick their asses."

Sam couldn't help but smile and shake his head slightly. "Okay. Just don't kill us."

"Not makin' any promises."

In the other car, Alice was buckling up her seat-belt, grinning. "We've got to beat them."

"We will. You know how fast I can drive." Mel said with an evil grin.

"This needs some tunes." Alice turned on the radio up really high, blaring Panic! At the Discos' 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies'.

"Let's punch it." Mel said, slamming on the gas. The car lurched forward onto the highway.

"She's goin' down." Dean said, punching the gas as well, zooming up beside them.

Sam braced himself against the door of the car as it turned quickly onto the highway. He was a little concerned about how far Dean would really take this, being as there were no seat-belts in the old car. Despite his anxieties, he couldn't help but smile a little.

The girls' car zoomed forward, the front moving ahead of the boys' car for a second. Dean gripped the wheel tighter, putting more weight on the gas pedal.

Mel chuckled darkly. "He honestly thinks he can beat me...that's funny."

She slammed the gas pedal down all the way, causing the car to surpass the impala by almost an entire car's length. In response, Dean slammed down his own pedal in anger, silently willing his baby to win. The old car's engine sounded like a roaring lion as it sped to meet the other car. The two cars were side-by-side now, both in the lead. Sam was gripping the side of the car door so tightly that his knuckles were starting to turn white.

"Dean." he said, not liking how fast the landscape was passing outside the window.

"We've almost got 'em, Sammy." his brother replied, grinning with determination.

"We're almost to the bar." Alice said, turning to her sister. "Neither of us are in the lead right now."

"I have an idea." Mel said, easing up on the gas ever so slightly.

Alice raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see." Mel replied with a mischievous smile.

Dean grinned when the girl's car started to fall behind his. He knew his baby would pull through. His eyes glanced over to Sam to give him a triumphant look, but he was confused to see his brother chuckling slightly an shaking his head.

"What's so funny?" he asked, confused.

"They're good." Sam said, gaze on the girl's car with an amused expression.

Mel had been watching Dean carefully out of the corner of her eye, waiting for the moment when his focus would be distracted with the thought of victory. She had given him false hope and now victory was hers. Alice laughed slightly.

"Oh that was just mean..." she said, but enjoying the situation.

Mel's response was to shove the gas at full force again and speed past the boys, flying down the last stretch of road and turning abruptly with a screech into the parking lot of the bar. A dust cloud settled into the small breeze that passed over as their car came to a quick halt. Dean was completely taken aback by what had just happened. Sam, on the other hand, was still smiling bemusedly in the passenger seat.

"Son of a bitch." Dean said. "She played me."

He slowed down and pulled into the lot just as the girls were getting out of their car. Mel looked completely impressed with herself as she leaned against the side of the car, smirking at him. Putting the car in park, he opened the door and got out.

"We win." Mel said simply.

Dean looked disgruntled. He grumbled something along the lines of him being "distracted by her charm" and her "seducing him with trickery". Sam chuckled and shook his head.

"It was a good race." he said. "You guys won fair and square, Dean here is just a sore loser."

Dean felt like they were young again and Sammy was pestering him with taunting again for a moment. He was a little miffed Mel had beaten him, but at the same time he was oddly turned on by it. This chick was good enough to beat him in a car race, and that meant she was pretty badass.

"I'm not a sore loser." he sighed, then gave Mel a slight smile. "Just pretty damn impressed with you."

Mel grinned at that and stood up straight, heading toward Dean, he very posture seductive. She placed her hands on his chest. "That's what I like to hear." she said.

Sam, who had slowly made his way toward Alice during the flirt-fest, made a face. "If they're like this for the rest of the night, I might throw up." he commented.

Alice laughed slightly. "Me and you both. It's gross." she agreed.

"What do you say we head in a get a few drinks?" Dean asked Mel, oblivious to Sam and Alice's discomfort.

Mel smiled and winked. "Let's go." she said, turning to head toward the entrance. Dean raised his eyebrows before following her.

Sam gave Alice a glance that said he was going to dread following them in and she playfully elbowed him. "C'mon. Maybe they'll lighten up after they get some drinks in their system."

Boy, was she wrong.

It had been fifteen minutes since they were seated at a table. The waitress had just came over to ask what they wanted and they all had ordered beers. All of them except Alice, who had ordered a strawberry daiquiri. In which case, Dean found that fact amusing enough to make a comment about it.

"A daiquiri? Really?" He scoffed. "What, can't handle your alcohol or something?"

Sam had been about to chuckle, but Alice hadn't found his comment funny, so he held it in.

"Didn't realize I needed to drink a beer to be in your club, Dean." She retorted.

"Huh. What club would that be?" Dean was a little annoyed at her snark, but his anger was softened slightly by the warmth of Mel, who had moved her chair so close to him their legs and shoulders were touching.

"The High Society of Hunter Douche-bags, apparently. I swear, that's all I ever see hunters these days drink is beer. They always give me shit when I try to live a little." She said.

Dean laughed. "Well, it actually just sounds like I hurt your pride there. So let's make a deal. If you can down that daiquiri and a beer, I'll leave you alone."

Sam sighed slightly. He opened his mouth to tell Dean to stop, but Alice interrupted him.

"Oh, you're on." She narrowed her eyes.

"Alice, don't.." Mel said, looking slightly worried. She knew her sister's tolerance wasn't that good and she had always gotten sick if she had more than a certain amount of alcohol.

"Mel, I'm fine, shut it." Sometimes it annoyed Alice when her sister fretted over her. For crying out loud, she wasn't a little kid anymore.

"Okay.." Mel said, dropping the topic, her eyes glancing up as the waitress brought over their drinks.

"Oh, she'll have a beer, too, please." Dean said, motioning to Alice.

The waitress nodded and headed off. Mel picked up her beer and took a sip before sighing. "You know what sucks? No pun intended."

That got a unanimous chuckle.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I can't get drunk. I mean I literally can't. Haven't been able to since I was turned."

"Oh man..." Sam said. He didn't get drunk often, but he did know it helped with the pain that came along with being a hunter at times.

"Dude. That does suck." Dean replied, looking mortified.

"Tell me about it. The cheesy pick-up lines some of the guys give me to try and get in my pants would be a lot more bearable if drinks actually worked on me." Mel rolled her eyes. "Of course, I turn them all down anyway. None of them never past the test."

Alice smiled to herself, knowing how picky her sister could be. She had heard stories and even witnessed it herself. The look on the guy's faces were always priceless, especially if they tried to pick a fight. She always kicked their asses no problem. Dean looked intrigued, taking another swig of his beer.

"And how do I pass said test?" He was feeling pretty lucky, given everything that had happened prior. Including the intense make out session they had mid-hunt.

Mel smirked and leaned to whisper something in his ear, "You already have."

It was a whisper, but a loud enough one for both Sam and Alice to overhear. Alice visibly cringed. Dean looked extremely pleased with himself while Sam just looked sick. He leaned over to Alice.

"Hey...um, would you want to go sit at a different table with me?" he asked. "This is just gross..."

Alice looked a little scarred as she caught a glimpse of her sister's hand on Dean's thigh. "Yeah that would be good."

The two stood up quickly, taking their drinks with them. Sam made sure the waitress knew they were switching tables as he made his way over to one that was a decent length away from where Mel and Dean were making bedroom eyes at each other. He sat down with a sigh and gave Alice a small smile as she took a seat across from him.

"Yuck-fest over there..." Alice muttered.

"You have no idea. Dean does that for a living." Sam said, which was partially true. In all honesty, Dean hadn't been himself lately after their dad died, so he was kind of glad Dean was back to his flirting ways, even if it was gross.

"Really? Mel will flirt but she's normally really picky about who she's with."

"Well...she likes Dean, that's for sure."

Alice giggled. "That's because those two are practically meant for each other. They're animals."

Sam chuckled in response. "Well, it makes sense."

"Yeah..." Alice smiled, eyes on the table top. She was starting to feel more comfortable about talking now, with the hour being so late and the sweet taste of the daiquiri on her tongue. "So what about you?"

Sam seemed a little flustered. "What about me..?"

"What do you do while Dean's off being an animal?" She noted to herself how adorable he looked when he was flustered as she took a sip of her drink.

"Oh. I mostly just sit there for a little before I head back to the hotel." Saying it out loud, he realized how boring that sounded. "Then I read, if there's time. Or take a walk." He internally questioned himself about whether or not adding the last two made him look more or less of a dork.

Alice smiled and looked at him. "A walk? Like what you were doing when I first ran into you? Literally?"

Sam laughed at that one. "Yeah, that's exactly what I was doing. It helps me cool down and just...think. Sometimes it's the best thing for the stress after a hunt."

"I know what you mean. I walk sometimes, but never far, and always at night. I like how cool it is and the stars somehow make me feel...I dunno, safe."

Sam smiled. Having a conversation like this with her was making him feel sentimental for some reason. Plus, her eyes kind of lit up when she got into the conversation and he thought that was really cute. Alice blushed at his smile. He looked so sincere.

"Anyway, thanks for everything. Really, I mean it. I don't know how I could ever thank you for what you did.." Alice started, truly thankful.

"Don't mention it. You being alive is thanks enough for me." He met her eyes. "I'm just glad I saved you, really."

Sam's hands, that were folded in front of him on the table, slowly started to reach for hers, his body slightly leaning toward Alice's direction with the movement. She couldn't help but think about how much she wanted to just let him hold her hands or lean forward over the table to close the gap, but old fears crept up on her. At the last moment, she moved her hands away and changed the subject in a panic.

"They still being gross over there?"

It was so off topic and rude as anything, she knew it, but her insides were in knots and all the bad memories from her past were hanging painfully in her mind. Sam had no idea what she was thinking or why she had done what she did, so he understandably felt hurt that she had pulled away like that. Somewhere in his mind, he confirmed the gesture as a sign she didn't like him like that.

"Uh...probably." He answered, trying to hide his hurt. The painful feeling quickly left, however, as Sam turned to look at the table Dean and Mel had been at only to see that it was completely empty.

"Oh shit."